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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
The Mirror That Learned My Face
The mirror was already in the room when I moved into the apartment. It stood against the far wall, tall and narrow, with a dark wooden frame scratched by time. I didn’t bring it with me, and the landlord said nothing about it. I assumed the previous tenant had forgotten it, and I was too tired to care.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 17 hours ago in Horror
The Neighbor Who Returned Every Morning. AI-Generated.
The receptionist hesitated before handing Arman the key. Not long. Just a second too long. It was past midnight, and the rain outside had flooded half the highway, forcing him to stop at the only roadside hotel still open. The lobby smelled faintly of detergent and old carpet — clean enough to trust, but empty enough to feel watched.
By shakir hamida day ago in Horror
The Elevator That Only Stops For One Person. AI-Generated.
The hospital elevator had six floors. Everyone knew that. Ayaan worked the late reception shift, 8 p.m. to 4 a.m., when the corridors emptied and the building sounded less like a hospital and more like a memory trying to breathe.
By shakir hamid3 days ago in Horror
I Knew it. Content Warning.
It was an ordinary day for Joaquín. He was walking calmly down the street when, suddenly, with the screech of brakes, a car stopped beside him. Two men jumped out, grabbed him, and after a brief struggle forced him inside, not before Joaquín—his voice breaking—let out a couple of desperate screams for help.
By David de la Riva Agüero Vega3 days ago in Horror
The Whispering House. Content Warning.
It was a cold and rainy evening when Emma decided to finally visit the old house at the end of Willow Street. Everyone in the town had warned her not to go there. They said it was haunted, that strange noises came from inside, and that no one who entered stayed the same afterward. But Emma was always curious. She wanted to see it for herself and maybe even discover something no one else had noticed before. With a small flashlight in one hand and her notebook in the other, she stepped onto the wet cobblestone path that led to the house.
By Sudais Zakwan3 days ago in Horror
The Room That Was Never Locked. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I moved into the old apartment because it was cheap and close to my college. The building stood quietly at the corner of a narrow street, its walls dull and tired, as if it had seen too many lives pass through it. The landlord was an elderly man with slow movements and sharp eyes. When he handed me the keys, his grip tightened for a moment, as if he wanted to say something but chose not to.
By Sudais Zakwan4 days ago in Horror
